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letra de who cares - michael christmas

[intro]
yaaas b-tch, play that piano, b-tch yaaas

[verse 1: michael christmas]
phone dry like i let mine sit inside rice
one man, no friends, just empire and fried rice
mom still got keys to my crib, that’s not right
cause she claim she the law, but f-ck that i know my rights
short days and the long nights
lazy livin’ legend get it with my brethren
just stay awake write this sh-t and jerk my d-ck
i fall asleep ’round 6 or 7 am
baggy eyes, family matters, nick at night
i’m the man, get it right
every day i’m close to dying

[chorus: michael christmas]
but who really cares? not me
said who really cares? not me
if i die today, tomorrow throw me a party
invite all none of my shorties
and don’t n0body feel sorry
i’m singing who really cares? not me

[verse 2: michael christmas]
ballerific like it’s all terrific
make a lamborghini out of honda civic
stole a candy bar when i was little
brought it back, i didn’t want to go to prison
good kid in a bitter city
if you wanna get me better talk to [bleep]
i been taking h-lla naps and writing h-lla raps
‘cause nothing else is really sticking
808 no heartbreak
drums might make the car shake
drums might wake your mama up
happy kid like the arcade
spit it, make you do the bar face
no battle rappin’ but i get a basket
you pick stephen curry, why the f-ck you braggin’
villanova high n-gga splashin’
belly flop i came in with a face that look like a caveman
me and roy work from 8:10 in the am back to 8:10
things never be the same as when sh-t was back in the day
didn’t go to college but i would’ve pledged broke phi broke till i got the k

[verse 3: $ilkmoney]
dumdum -ss n-ggas, these n-ggas suckers
givin’ out concussions like early suppers
uncle ruckus f-ckers better kick the bucket
wayne range in the garage, i just hope the truck fit
want gold on my bicuspids
so i speak money in every discussion
spitting budgets
giving midus d-ck
leavin’ coochies flooded
no katrina, talkin bout i leave it ruby studded
got 2 pocks and they both biggie
loose jogs holdin’ up the semi
pendent round my neck look like frozone kidney
smokin cfc i gotta ozone with me
cobrah command yah b-tch to do all my bidding
then program a disk in the harddrive of her t-ttie
with an encrypted message
about my secret weapon
and where i hid the second if the first went hectic

- michael christmas

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